“The truth is that everything
that can be accomplished by showing a person when he's wrong, ten times as much
can be accomplished by showing him where he is right. The reason we don't do it
so often is that it's more fun to throw a rock through a window than to put in
a pane of glass.” - Robert T. Allen
Three
stories, one theme:
The first story
One
afternoon a few weeks after my older daughter started first grade, I picked her
up from school and drove to my husband’s bookshop to say hi. When we
pulled up, John ran out to see us, leaning in the car window to give Emma a
kiss. “How was school today, Buddy?” he asked.
“I
had my first test today!” she exclaimed brightly. (How wonderful, I thought. A
whole lifetime of testing has opened up for you…).
What was our first question to her? “How’d you do?” (Yes, let’s get straight to the bottom line.)
“I
got 30%!” she proudly shouted, a huge grin on her pixie face. The body language
between me and John was unmistakable. “Oh my lord,” we were both thinking, “she’ll
never pass first grade, we’ll have to hire tutors her whole life, she won’t get
into college…”
My
first impulse was to say “you must feel terrible,” but by some miracle, I
stopped myself. Instead, I asked, “How did that make you feel?” “I got some right!” she burst out without
hesitation, so proud of her accomplishment.
Wow.
What a fantastic way of looking at the world.
I’m not suggesting we aim for 30%, but why don’t we stop to celebrate the successes we do have?
The second story
I remember
a “trek -in - the - woods - team - building” event years ago with colleagues from work (in
the freezing rain, no less). We were on a scavenger hunt in the forest, trying
to learn these lessons: 1) if we worked together more effectively, we would all
succeed; 2) What we could accomplish together was more than what we could achieve
alone; and 3) Etcetera.
I
didn’t learn what the organizers intended. What I learned instead were six things:
1) I
don’t like freezing rain. It makes me cranky, itchy, and very, very cold.
2) Freezing
rain appears to make other people passive aggressive.
3) If
you would just tell me those lessons rather than make me suffer to discover
them, I would believe you. I promise.
4) Some
people don’t care who is left behind or who falls down in the mud.
5) People
don’t stop being bullies when they grow up. They just dress differently to fool
you.
6) Human
beings are lousy at stopping long enough to celebrate those precious moments
when we find the small orange flags in the woods.
Every
time our muddy selves found another flag on our team-building expedition,
rather than take 10 seconds to say “aren’t we fabulously bright, talented, and
frozen scavengers!” our leader (self-proclaimed) would scream angrily, “we need
to move faster! You’re slowing us down!” Though there was definitely therapy in
his future, he spoke for many in the group—we’ve got to do it better, faster.
Celebrating would take precious time that we could be achieving (or
over-achieving, as the case may be). “Why?” I thought to myself. “Why not allow
for that momentary glee, just a group ‘yee-haw’ or the tiniest round of
applause?”
The third story
On January 10, 2002, Emma was in the fourth
grade, laboring over a timed 6-problem test on “Pythagorean Division.” Thank god
that special hell is reserved for the young. Her dad found the test paper
recently. There were six word problems, the kind that used to drive me
insane—why on earth is Mr. Smith driving 15 miles per hour anyway? Isn’t the
speed limit 55? Why doesn’t Mrs. Smith tell him in no uncertain terms to pick
up the speed? And why does he eat only 5.25 apples? Why not splurge and eat 6
apples or give the other .75 to the long-suffering Mrs. Smith? Who cares which
pencil is the sharpest, who gets to town the quickest, who breeds more llamas, or
how long the train tracks are?
Looking
at Emma’s childish, penciled notes, scared and tentative in the margin beside
the questions, it broke my heart. I can just imagine her bent over the paper, not
quite 10 years old, fiercely biting her nails and struggling to make sense of
how many chirps a cricket makes as the temperature rises. The question about
5-cent and 7-cent stamps seems a particularly cruel one, with Emma resorting to
creating a circle of numbers to the left of the question, 5¢ shouldered by 7¢, 3
connected to 30¢ to 6 and back to 5¢, a maypole circle of confusion, with small
almost invisible question marks above the 5¢ and the 7¢.
When
her thirty minutes was up, Emma had only written in 3 answers, leaving blank
the questions about how many acres a large tractor can plow in an hour, what
would come 90th in a repetitive lineup of thumbtacks, paper clips,
and pushpins, and, of course, the horrific and damaging stamp question. Of the
three she answered, she only got one right: at 80 degrees Fahrenheit, a cricket
would chirp 108 times. If only I had known that years ago, my life would have
been complete.
So,
after 30 minutes of timed torment, my poor little Emma got only one answer
right.
You
can just imagine what her teacher wrote in big red
letters at the bottom of the page.
But
no, it wasn’t what I expected: “1 out of 6,” Miss Coti wrote, “Great effort!”
Two
words that made all the difference in how Emma felt getting that paper back and
how hard she tried the next time. It was obvious from her deranged figuring in
the margins that she was drowning while testing; Miss Coti chose to celebrate
the 108 chirps. It was Emma’s finest year in school yet.
~*~ 37 Days: Do it Now Challenge ~*~
In
our house, we sometimes run out of vital supplies like toilet paper, light
bulbs, and Häagen Dazs Dulce de Leche ice cream, but 365 days a year you can be
sure of finding a rather impressive supply of birthday candles
on hand for
impromptu celebrations. You lived through the swim test? Your pancakes tomorrow
morning will come to you in a blaze of glory. Today you’re celebrating your
half birthday? Get ready for a half-cake after dinner. It’s the first snow of
the season, National Light Bulb Day, new haircut day, leap year? Lighted
cupcakes will no doubt line the floor from your bedroom to the dining table
tomorrow morning. You survived your evil 5th grade teacher who shall
remain nameless? How about Cheerios with candles stuck through them for
breakfast? You learned to tie your shoes? You fell off your horse and got back
on? You read a 1,600 page book? You learned to cover your mouth when you cough?
There are candles in your immediate
future.
Everyday,
ordinary, daily life should be a rambunctious celebration, a focus on the
positive, a paean to possibility and glee. Slow down, take time, encourage,
celebrate your 30%. Stock up on birthday
candles. Use them with wild abandon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself.”
-Dorothy Law Nolte
“Correction
does much, but encouragement does more.” -Johann von Goethe






I can quite honestly say that I've never been more inspired by a blog post before now. I thank you for sharing this much needed inspiration with me and with others. I know that my daughter will benefit by my reading this. I will check back often to see what other pearls of wisdom you have to share so graciously. Thank you! With kindest regards, Ez
Posted by: Ez | 05 September 2005 at 00:30
wow. what a very nice note - thanks so much for taking the time to write...i'm just glad that something about this post was meaningful for you...best regards - patti
Posted by: patti digh | 05 September 2005 at 09:15
*puts "copious amounts of birthday candles" on her shopping list*
Posted by: Becca | 25 December 2005 at 10:52
What a glorious blast! I'm still doing the unusual and getting away with it! Cheers to all the children who benefit! Give my love to Emma and to your whole family. You knows? My sister lives in NC. I'd love to hook up you some day. Let's make it happen.
Thanks for sending me your heartfelt blessings.
Posted by: susan coti | 21 September 2007 at 20:32
Note to self: Buy Candles!
I am learning to praise the good rather than shout at the bad - I have a new puppy.
Posted by: Judy | 10 November 2007 at 06:15
Just wanted to say it was a great note, I am taking all the candles out of the cupboard:-)
Thank you
X M
Posted by: Matin | 30 November 2007 at 22:07
What a great idea! I'm buying candles tonite and celebrating something. :o))
Posted by: Carolynn | 30 October 2008 at 19:23